Meanwhile, Long Xuanmo stood in front of Yang Mengchen, his deep eyes coldly staring at Qi Zonghao, as intense killing intent gradually poured out.
Mo Feng and Mo Yu were very grateful to Meng Jinghui and naturally shared the same hatred for Qi Zonghao.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Qi Zonghao had eyes only for Yang Mengchen, who was standing behind Long Xuanmo and showing half of her face, and no one else, "I truly admire you, truly wish to marry you as a Prince’s princess, and in the future, stand side by side with you, looking down upon the world!"
Being an exceptional healer and a woman, Yang Mengchen would certainly take action to save him and leave with him to return to his country if he could touch her heart. By doing so, not only would he be able to live a good life, but he would also realize great ambitions. Then, everyone present would have to die!
A vein throbbed on Long Xuanmo’s forehead.
Meng Jingqi and Hua Ziyu silently shook their heads, even at this moment, Qi Zonghao was still indulging in wild fantasies, truly pitiful and pathetic.
The others were stunned, their eyes full of disbelief.
Is Qi Zonghao tired of living? Or is he so bold to declare his feelings for the princess in front of Long Xuanmo? Has his brain gone bad? Is Qi Zonghao normally such a romantic?
Stepping out from behind Long Xuanmo, Yang Mengchen raised an eyebrow, looking at Qi Zonghao with a calm expression and a hint of chill in her dark eyes, and her words were even more cruel and heartless, "What has it to do with me, the princess?"
"You..." Qi Zonghao’s pupils contracted, his face filled with resentment and disbelief.
"As for dominating the world, you no longer have the chance!"
"I am a Prince of Xiliang. If you kill me, aren’t you afraid of my father, the Emperor of Xiliang, holding you accountable and the Xiliang army laying siege?"
"You are mistaken!"
Qi Zonghao stared fixedly at Yang Mengchen, at the beginning he indeed only wanted to use her to achieve greatness, but starting from some point, he had developed some true feelings for her. However, now, those feelings turned into nothing, filled with spite and venom.
Facing the intense murderous gaze of Qi Zonghao, Yang Mengchen smiled faintly, "Firstly, the Second Prince of Xiliang departed with the envoy over a month ago, returning to the country. Everyone from the five nations can testify, and by now the Xiliang envoy should be almost at the border of the two countries. As for you, you are nothing more than a rebel who assassinated the princess. Who can prove you are the Second Prince of Xiliang?
Secondly, even if the Emperor Xiliang admits you are his son, we witnessed you being killed by the sword of Dugu Feng, the dregs of the previous dynasty. Do you think the Emperor Xiliang would dare to question Prince Chen of Dong Chu and the Crown Prince of Qing’an? At most, Dong Chu would hand over Dugu Feng to the Emperor Xiliang. Do you think for a dead man like you he would rashly wage war against Dong Chu?
Thirdly, this sword strike has hit your vital spot. It could be said that in this world, no one but the princess could save you, but why would the princess want to save you? Saving you, the princess gains no benefits, only a heap of disadvantages. The princess has always avoided loss-making deals, so you might as well die. Best to fall into the eighteenth layer of hell, never to be reincarnated, to avoid causing more trouble to others!"
"Well said!" Nangong Lingfei and Meng Jinghui said in unison.
Hearing what Yang Mengchen had said, Qi Zonghao was so angry that he couldn’t contain himself. When Nangong Lingfei and Meng Jinghui added insult to injury, naturally, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood, "Scum..."
With a ’bang’, Long Xuanmo and Meng Jingqi almost simultaneously struck Qi Zonghao’s chest with their palms. Qi Zonghao flew like a kite with a broken string, drawing a parabolic arch before heavily falling onto the ground not far away, raising a cloud of dust and spitting out a large mouthful of blood, his complexion ashen.
Meng Jinghui shouted loudly, "I said I would make him live a fate worse than death, and now you’ve killed him, isn’t that letting him off too easy?"
Gravely injured, Meng Jinghui added insult to injury, and Qi Zonghao, out of breath, rolled his eyes and died.
Looking at Meng Jinghui, who openly expressed his regret, Yang Mengchen said with a slight smile, "It’s alright, fifth brother, he was just an insignificant person, no need to dirty your hands."
"I’ll listen to Ninth Sister," Meng Jinghui said cheerfully.
"Hai Tang, Mo Mei, take this dregs of the previous dynasty away. Mo Feng, deliver Qi Zonghao’s body to Qi Zongyu as quickly as possible, and Mo Yu, stay behind to handle the aftermath," Long Xuanmo ordered coldly, then taking Yang Mengchen’s hand, "Let’s go home."
"Rest assured, she’s taken the medicine, her powers completely gone, and at the same time, she can’t even die. Just have someone watch over her," Yang Mengchen said, then left hand in hand with Long Xuanmo.
Staring daggers at Yang Mengchen’s retreating figure, Dugu Feng harbored deep-seated hatred and malice in her eyes. Unfortunately, as Hai Tang released her acupoints, she indeed found herself weak and powerless. She didn’t even have the strength to bite her own tongue to end her life, so she could only let Hai Tang and Mo Mei carry her away, her heart filled with boundless despair and regret.
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